Yes, Madam Conscience

"Put up another brick, your wall isn't high enough, Sweetie"


"Yes, Madam Conscience."






She is my mentor...With me every step of the way. she is the one who whispers in my ear.


She is my Madam Conscience.


Madam used to be so different, she used to laugh with me, tell me the sweetest things your ears could ever hear.


She loved every inch of me, and never doubted who I was.


Madam Conscience told me I could be ANYTHING.


She never let life get me down, even when I had every reason in the world to cry.



I loved her.



But Madam got older, and it pains me to report, that her mind has started to slip away from her.


She's become angry, and bitter.


Madam was always very good at holding her tongue, but the old hag has had enough I suppose.


I dont know her too well anymore, I'm too nervous to approach her. She hasn't been the same since she got sick.


Most of the time she lashes out, mainly at me. It's quite hard, seeing as we used to be pals.


But Madam has turned into a monster, and I don't know what to do anymore..


I know she doesn't mean what she says...but it still hurts sometimes.


"No, not that shirt hun, can't you see it makes you look rather..fat? stick to your oversized shirts, They look better on you darling!"


"Oh, there's no way you can go to THAT college sweetheart..You need to be honest with yourself sometimes."


"Let me stop you right there sugar, that boy will NEVER be interested in you, you hear? That boy needs a lady who is actually worth something!"


When I lay down to fall asleep is usually when her episodes become increasingly aggressive.


I'm trying to take care of it, but she refuses to take medicine, because she says she doesn't want to end up like her mother.


I understand, Madam Conscience.


I miss the old you, and I am sorry that life had to happen to us. I didn't know it would corrupt you this way.

I just want you to know that even though you treat me differently, I still love you. I still have our memories of when we were kids.

Goodnight, Madam Conscience.

It's time for me to try and get some shut eye. I'll hear from you in the morning, I always do.